The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 937

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Chapter 937

Boom!

The angel’s light was what forced the choice first. The radiance blooming from his palm didn’t shoot forth like a flash—instead, it detonated directly before the fallen King Lecross’s chest.

Crash!

Glen Zigheart stepped forward with his left foot without hesitation. In an instant, he repositioned himself beside King Lecross and cleaved the exploding light in half with his blade.

“I expected as much.”

Derus Robert flicked his hand downward as if he had anticipated Glen Zigheart’s choice, his form growing hazy like mist.

“So the Glen Zigheart of today is no longer the cold-blooded warrior once called the Northern Destruction King.”

He twisted his lips into a mocking smile.

“My voice declaring that Raon and Karun are dead still echoes in your mind, doesn’t it? Their deaths are merely the beacon announcing the beginning of the Great War.”

Derus Robert lifted his chin, his eyes gleaming with an inky darkness.

“Now that the two have descended, there truly isn’t much time left.”

He gazed at the angel standing to his right with eyes closed, then smacked his lips slowly.

“Next time we meet, I’ll take your neck….”
“That will not come to pass.”

Glen Zigheart pointed his sword at Derus Robert, whose form was already fading as if about to vanish.

“You intend to strike? Do you truly believe you can pierce me while leaving the Silent Sword Master to his wooden sword?”

Derus spoke with ease, as though he had already read this very situation.

“You underestimated the King of Owen far too much.”

Before Glen could finish speaking, Silent Sword Master Lecross rose to his feet on one knee. Despite the gaping wound in his chest, he brought down a heavy sword strike that seemed to drive the battlefield itself into submission.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch!

A transcendent blade that suppressed the enemy’s movements. Lecross had been preparing for this strike ever since his body was seized by the angel—with a single gesture, he unleashed a devastating pressure capable of shattering flesh and bone.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The bodies of Derus Robert and the angel, which had been fading as if about to vanish, regained their radiance and plummeted back into this world. Lecross’s blade had generated such immense gravitational force that it shattered their teleportation magic.

“Cough….”

Lecross, having fulfilled his role, coughed blood from his mouth and collapsed backward.

Whoosh!

Glen pointed his True Heaven Sword toward Derus Robert and the celestial being, now fallen to the ground. The crimson lightning that had drenched the blade receded, and the mental image cultivated by the old swordmaster bloomed forth alongside the noble fragrance of white peonies.

“Mm….”

Derus Robert swallowed hard as he beheld Glen’s sword technique aimed at him.

‘This is dangerous.’

Glen had established an absolute blade—one that could sever the enemy’s soul by honing his own soul.
An unprecedented realm that even he had yet to reach. The noble killing intent emanating from the mental sword seemed to squeeze his heart.

‘Is he really going to cut me down?’

He had believed that Glen would never use the completed mental sword until Raon’s safety was confirmed, for using it would cause him to leave this world.

But now, Glen seemed genuinely intent on severing his own soul.

“Raguel!”

Derus grabbed the angel’s shoulder beside him and shouted that they had to leave this place.

“It violates protocol, but….”

The angel called Raguel opened the eyelids that had been closed. As his blue eyes—deep as the sea itself—flickered with light, both his body and Derus Robert’s began to fade, enveloped in white radiance.

“I will not let you depart so easily.”

Glen Zigheart drew his blade with eyes closed, executing the True Heaven Sword. The slash moved with deliberate slowness, so silent that even the sound of wind being severed vanished, passing through Derus Robert and Raguel wrapped in white light.

Though the distance was too great for the blade to make contact, the True Heaven Sword did not cut through enemy flesh and blood.
It severed the soul and spirit hidden deep within the body—the most essential value that allowed a person to exist as human.

“Kugh!”

The moment Glen Zigheart’s blade fell away, Derus Robert doubled over and vomited blackened blood.

“This is….”

His eyes filled with crimson bloodshot veins as his lips trembled.

“How can a human’s sword…!”

Raguel too dropped his white wings and fell to one knee. His blue eyes reflected shock and awe at the old swordsman.

Shhhhhhh!

Glen Zigheart, as if to signal the battle was not over, raised the True Heaven Sword once more and thrust it toward Derus Robert and Raguel’s throats.

“The Scale of Judgment!”

As Raguel bit his lip and extended his hand, a beautiful scale descended from the heavens, seemingly woven from angel feathers.
The scale’s balance swayed as if struck by waves, and Derus Robert and Raguel vanished as if erased from the world.

“Mm….”

Glen Zigheart ultimately could not complete the thrust and lowered his hand.
Despite wielding his blade only once, cold sweat poured from his entire body as if he had been profoundly exhausted.

“W-what happened?”

King Lecross, unable to support his own body, lifted only his head to inquire about the situation.

“It’s dangerous. Don’t speak.”

Glen approached King Lecross and stemmed the blood flowing from the wounds on his chest and shoulder.

“…Did you kill them all?”
“No, I couldn’t cut them all down.”

I sheathed the True Heaven Sword and shook my head.

‘I’m sorry, but I couldn’t leave this place yet.’

Having perfected the Heart Sword, I could kill any enemy, but the moment I wielded that blade, my soul would ascend beyond this Continent to a higher realm.

It was the ascension I’d yearned for my entire life, but with Raon and the other children’s fates unknown, I couldn’t abandon this Continent. Besides, there was still so much I hadn’t taught Raon and Karun. For now, I wanted to remain on this land by any means necessary.
No, setting that aside, there was still so much I hadn’t taught Raon and Karun yet. Right now, I wanted to stay on this land no matter what.

Even that much made my own soul tremble as if it were scattering, but it was a worthwhile result—I’d stolen his time.
Even though it shook him as if his very soul were scattering, it wasn’t a bad outcome since he managed to steal that bastard’s time.

“I understand…”

King Lecross nodded as if he had understood the meaning behind his own words.

“Are you alright?”
“Are you alright?”

As Raguel’s barrier disappeared, Owen’s knights rushed to King Lecross.

“T-the wounds are too severe…”
“Move him at once! Quickly!”
“Move His Majesty at once! Quickly!”

The knights, upon seeing King Lecross with a hole pierced through his chest, let out deep groans and carefully lifted him into their arms.

“Oh, hurry… hurry up…”

King Lecross stopped the knights and waved his hand at Glen Zigheart.

“Please go ahead.”

He let out a strained laugh, telling me to disregard his own thoughts and explore elsewhere instead.

“Thank you.”

As Glen Zigheart nodded, King Lecross seemed to find peace, closing his eyes as he entrusted his body to the knights.

“Tower Master.”

At Glen Zigheart’s call, the empty air shimmered like spring water, and the Tower Master’s face materialized without her robe.

[Yes.]

The Tower Master nodded with a crisp, decisive voice—not her usual vague and languid tone. She seemed like an entirely different person.

“What of the other locations?”
[Contrary to expectations, neither we, Valcar, nor the Beast Alliance have suffered any attacks.]

She narrowed her eyes, noting that only Owen had been assaulted.

“Hmm….”

Glen Zigheart exhaled a low groan. He had expected all locations to be targeted simultaneously, yet only Owen had been struck. It made no sense.

‘I cannot fathom what he intends.’

Unable to discern Derus Robert’s intentions, my chest grew tight with unease.

But there was something far more pressing at this moment.

I exhaled sharply and lifted my head.

“Have you made contact with Montiro?”
[Communications remain severed. The Black Market has sent no word, and the dimensional gates are sealed.]

She furrowed her brow, indicating that the Five Emperors’ entire communication network had been cut off.

“Then transport me to the location nearest to Montiro.”

Glen Zigheart nodded, forcibly suppressing the tremor in his chest.

“I need to go there myself. Only then will this trembling stop.”

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Whoooosh!

Holy light erupted in the dim Study, where only a single small lantern had been burning.

“Cough…”

Derus Robert burst from within the sphere of white light and collapsed onto the luxurious carpet, spewing black blood.

“Ugh…”

Raguel too lost control of his body, toppling bookshelves as he fell backward. His hand, gripping the feathered scale, trembled violently.

“Derus?”

Kubara, who had been waiting in the Study, rushed toward Derus with wide eyes.

“What on earth happened…”

Even in her panic, she retrieved a black pill and placed it in Derus’s mouth.

“Ugh…”

After taking the medicine, Derus’s pain seemed to ease. He barely managed to lift his upper body and exhaled a breath tinged with the scent of blood.

“What happened? Surely Glen Zigheart didn’t…”
“Yes. The Heart Sword.”

Derus nodded with difficulty, his hand pressed against his chest.

“My very soul nearly had a piece severed from it.”

He clenched his lips tightly, muttering that this time had been truly dangerous.

“Is this really a human’s blade….”

Raguel wiped the blood flowing from his mouth and exhaled sharply.

“It is a power far too dangerous to entrust to mere humans. It violates both order and justice.”

The one who had kept his eyes closed peacefully even on the Battlefield now radiated genuine fury, his blue eyes gleaming with a chilling murderous intent.

“Had that blade been completed, both you and I would be dead. It is a power that must be eliminated without fail.”

Raguel gripped the scales in his hand more tightly, insisting that the Heart Sword was a power that should never be given to humans.

“No….”

Derus Robert shook his head slowly as he looked at Raguel.

“It wasn’t left incomplete—he deliberately restrained it.”

He furrowed his brow, as if perceiving Glen Zigheart’s intentions.

“As you said, that power defies causality. If he were to transcend using a completed Heart Sword, he could not remain on this Continent, so he imposed limitations upon himself.”

Derus Robert exhaled deeply, stating that Glen Zigheart’s realm had already surpassed transcendence.

“Of course, even this alone is an absurd power….”

Wounds to the soul cannot be healed by another as physical wounds can be. One must reduce the pain and damage through one’s own effort alone, and it seemed Glen Zigheart’s blade had penetrated far deeper than before, requiring considerable time for recovery.
It seemed that quite a long time would be needed to recover, since Glen Zigheart’s sword had pierced deeper than before, and she had to reduce the wounds and pain through her own efforts alone.

“He’s a man who violates regulations in many ways. We can’t just leave him as he is.”

Raguel furrowed his brows, saying it would be right to kill Glen, the human himself. Rather than his usual calm demeanor, his anger now seemed to be his true nature.

“No, it’s okay.”

Derus Robert shook his head calmly.

“It’s true that he’s grown beyond human limits, but thanks to that, I’ve discovered a definite weakness.”
“A weakness, you say….”

Kubara narrowed her eyes as she looked at Derus Robert.

“That old man’s affection for his family has grown far beyond what I sensed before. This will become a hidden blade I can definitely exploit.”

Derus Robert chuckled as he watched blood drip from the back of his hand. He licked the blood from his hand with his tongue, his lips stretching into an unnaturally long smile as if torn at the corners.

“Raon Zigheart. No, just Raon. There’s truly not much time left now.”

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“Please calm down first and explain again.”

I raised my hand to settle the agitated Jeina.

“What do you mean something’s happened to the Five Emperors? Did Oma launch an attack?”
“Sigh….”

Jeina exhaled and gathered her thoughts.

“It’s not necessarily a problem, but it seems like one of two situations. Either the communication network has been disrupted due to demonic energy flowing out from the Black Tower Dimension, or Oma attacked the Five Emperors and cut off communications. Or possibly both.”

She furrowed her brows, saying that regardless of which it was, it seemed certain that Oma was involved.

“Oma….”

I frowned as I gazed at the sky still pouring with demonic energy.

‘I won’t be of much help in my current state.’

I had squeezed every last ounce of strength from both body and soul in that battle, leaving me on the verge of collapse.
I was barely holding on just to relay information to the Demon Lords, so going elsewhere to fight was impossible.

‘Not just me, but everyone.’

Gwangpung Hall, the Central Intelligence Agency, and the Allied Forces of Owen, Valcar, and the Shuper Holy Kingdom had all exhausted their strength, leaving them unable to continue fighting.

“If communications are cut off, can’t we use the dimensional gate either?”
“Yes. Right now, we can neither come nor go. We would need to use separate teleportation magic, but long-distance travel is nearly impossible without someone of Chamber’s caliber….”
“I see.”

I lowered my gaze and furrowed my brow.

‘What should I do?’

If it were Derus Robert as I knew him, he would likely head toward the Five Emperors rather than come to support us here.
Though I had made several preparations, the fierce battle here made me worry about other fronts as well.

-Why are you hesitating?

Wrath furrowed his brow and pointed at Rust and Gluttony inside the shop.

-You’ve got those fools you roasted right there! Use them when you need to!
‘I suppose I have no choice but to ask again.’

There was only one option available to me now.

“Sigh.”

I exhaled softly and entered the Ice Cream Shop.

“Thank you for coming all this way first.”

I bowed slightly to Rust, whose eyes were glazed over, and Gluttony, who was chewing on an iron plate.

“Don’t mention it! Feel free to ask us for anything!”
“It’s because of the money….”

Rust and Gluttony shook their heads as if it was nothing.

“This is embarrassing to say now, but could I ask you for one more favor?”

Raon nodded at the two of them.

“Sure! Anything!”
“Ice cream or money works….”

Rust and Gluttony nodded as if they had no objections.

“Thank you. I need to move to another location first….”

I gave the two Demon Lords a rough explanation of the situation.

“Wait here for me. I’ll come back once I’ve finished preparing.”

I left the Ice Cream Shop, taking with me those whose physical condition was stable enough.

BOOM!

As I was about to head toward the Temporary Medical Facility, a massive explosion echoed from the Central Fountain.

“What’s that?”

My eyes widened as I rushed toward the source of the blast at the fountain.

WHOOSH.

White dust rose violently from the ground, and in the center of it all, I saw a face far too familiar.

“H-Head of House?”

Glen Zigheart, who should have been at Zigheart preparing for attacks elsewhere, stood atop the shattered fountain, staring down at me.

“Raon….”

Glen’s chest seemed to tighten as he exhaled a deep breath upon seeing me. His weary eyes grew distant as he approached.

“I knew you could do it. And….”

Glen’s voice trembled with emotion as he wrapped his quivering arms around me in a tight embrace.

“What a relief.”

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